Quinton couldn't understand why.
As hard as he would try.
Why people would want to buy new blue jeans with holes in them.
Holey blue jeans are meant for the trash.
Buy them without holes if you got the cash.
In winter if wearing holey blue jeans, the wind and cold will have a field day.
And freeze the butt off in every way.

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